'Cause the shooter missed its mark
And now it's, “Mean-time”
There's a canary in the cage
Gasin' about the age
But that yella aren't gonna, cry or sing!
There's a clown uptown
Who's wants to bring you down
'Cause you say, “Not my president!”
The kids are enraged
As the clown won't let them play
Dress-ups every day, it's somethin' to do with an a-gender
The CEO's from The Street, they got nowhere to meet
And the things that they say, get recorded the wrong way
It's hard to tell the wealthy from the well, anymore!
Down by the river there's an old man and his hackles, won't go down!
An old glock was all he could afford,
To defend his right to amend some second thing!
There's some Mo's suckin' joe's,
From some mugs they know, all too well
They say, Back in the day, “We'll upsize. when economy's swell”
There's an old war from before,
That we thought was just a bore
But the red and the gold, never grows old
But the stars and the stripes, are only seen to gripe, these dark days!
And now the clown uptown,
Seems to get us down,
;Cause now he has the codes to: This is your life!
Slate Void copyright – The Ides of August, 2017: